When Israel went out of Egypt, the house of Jacob from a people of strange language, Judah was His sanctuary, and Israel His dominion. The sea saw it, and fled; Jordan was driven back. The mountains skipped like rams, and the little hills like lambs. Psalm 114:1–4
Words: Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719.
Miracles attending Israel’s journey.
Music: Erhalt uns, Herr Geistliche Lieder (Wittenberg, Germany: 1543) (🔊 pdf nwc).
When Israel, freed from Pharaoh’s hand
Left the proud tyrant and his land,
The tribes with cheerful homage own
Their king, and Judah was His throne.
Across the deep their journey lay;
The deep divides to make them way;
Jordan beheld their march, and fled
With backward current to his head.
The mountains shook like frighted sheep,
Like lambs the little hillocks leap;
Not Sinai on her base could stand,
Conscious of sovereign power at hand.
What power could make the deep divide?
Make Jordan backward roll his tide?
Why did ye leap, ye little hills?
And whence the fright that Sinai feels?
Let every mountain, every flood,
Retire and know th’approaching God,
The King of Israel: see Him here;
Tremble, thou earth, adore and fear.
He thunders, and all nature mourns;
The rock to standing pools He turns;
Flints spring with fountains at His word,
And fires and seas confess the Lord.